I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn.

CLONE THREE: BOOK ONE
The fate of the world lies in the hands of a clone who can't remember anything...
 
"Clone Three." The old man's voice is a softly echoing sound, volume and pitch altering as he speaks, as if over a great distance. "Pay attention, dear. Final instructions." 

Is he talking to me? He must be. His holographic eyes seem to be meeting mine, he looks at me with great expectation. And yet as I lie here and begin to regain sensation and control, I realize I not only have no idea where I am, what I'm doing here. 

I haven't a clue who I am. 
 
Clone Three wakes in a decaying city she is sure doesn't match the one she came from. If only she could remember. She has a purpose at least--she must find her fellow clones and the statue whose image is embedded in her mind. But she is lost, surrounded by a dead and crumbling metropolis, fought over by those who have been altered by the illness that has ravaged humankind, turning survivors into strange and terrible new forms. She must risk everything, including the safety of those who try to help her, in order to fulfill her task. But is she this crumbling world's salvation... or the source of its downfall?
 
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Clone Chronicles

It turns out the ambush was planned around a group of large trees, felled in the path of the train. While a small force, much smaller than when I left them, tackles the removal, Poppy fills me in on what's happened to them since Duet and I went our own way.


"We didn't make it far," she says as I bend over one of Chime's boys. His leg is bleeding, a rent gaping flesh to the bone. Tears track down his cheeks, but he doesn't move or flinch from me as I touch him as I feared he would. The wound heals under my hand, the tingle under my control. I feel weak, worn thin after being inside the calm for so long, but I have to help if I can.


"Why's that?" I smile at Poppy as I rise from the now smiling boy who scrubs his wet cheeks with both hands before scrambling off. I'm not watching him, not at all, only peripherally aware he's gone as I stroke Poppy's hair. The dog refuses to back away, sitting right next to me every time I stop at another injured child.


Chapter 93: Reunion